I always love taking photos of flowers and yesterday I was sorting photos, realising so many were in my old computer and yet to be released. Here are a selection from spring and Summer, many in my local area of Creuse and some from London where I lived before arriving here in March.
It is a little ironic that one reason I came to this are of countryside was the ability to take pictures of wildflowers, hedgerow plants and wildlife. But I ended up slap bang in the middle of farming meadows with a very tidy farmer who trims hedges and manicures roadsides with seasonal punctuality. The landscape is man-made but a consequence and necessity of beef maintenance so I have to grab my short windows of opportunity.
Next year I will wander further afield. We have mountains not far and other less farmed areas. And if you keep your eyes peeled the wild flowers do make a show. They understand they have to be quick. They rise like the phoenix after the strimmer’s have chewed and put on a short show before the summer heat. After the late summer grass cutting, they have another growth spurt till November’s cold winds bite.
The council came today, with heavy weight machines to cut and clear the ditches. The remaining seed heads fell, the beetles and bugs scuttled for shelter in the now shorter hedges. Its a tough life here and short moments to live life. But one thing I have noticed – my garden is becoming a haven. The wood piles are becoming homesteads, my buildings roosting sites. I cant accommodate all the homeless in my neighbourhood, but at least I make some room in my garden plans next year. With the garden between two meadows, the wildlife wanders in easily, so I really wont have to signpost it to get a full house.